(FAMILIAR DREAD) “REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.” A silent scream echoes, which suddenly drops the dread that engulfs the entire world and book that they are all running and chasing one after the other. Silent but not deadly, it comes running at a seasonable speed and slaps the dread right inside the mind of the three. “You are never a lone girl, but a devil yourself, Alliah.” The voice taunted and echoed inside Alliah’s mind. Which is slowly getting on her nerves and she wanted to scream out of it. For it is shaking her out of her sane mind and pushing her into the insanity that screaming that she truly is. “Your wish and your desire. Turn the page and enter that dreaded world, JK.” JK wanted to slam his head on the wall just to get the voice out of his head. The words that it is whispering inside his mind, are screaming the truth of who he truly is. While there is something from deep inside of him that is trying to break free and asking him to remember.
(REPETITION) “SUCH perfect play and fear.” Arthur smiles cunningly. After sending the message and the terror that at the very moment and seconds of time, everyone and by means all the characters in HIS book and the one HE deems as the pieces of HIS chess game receives the dread that he gave. “Tsk!” Winona and Emie click their tongue in disappointment and anger. Arthur is currently having so much more fun than what he is supposed to do and comes here in the first place. “That is enough, Arthur!” Emie screams, sending her disapproval telepathically. As Winona is holding onto a spell that she secretly casts for the sake of all of them and preventing the surge of mana that Alliah, Kyle, and JK are about to burst out for. “Tsk! I am just having fun.” Arthur’s hard-headed nature while glancing beside and unnoticed by the Elite’s adviser, yet the chimera that is wearing Haruna’s clothes which JK made himself. “I SWEAR.” With a deep breath
(COUNTING DAYS) “DON’T worry everything will be alright, I promise you that.” The gentle words that she receives, along with the warm smile that she always gets from the young master of the household that her lone mother works for. “Thank you, young master.” She speaks shyly and softly, which the young master that she calls chuckles, taps her head gently like she is his little sister, and said. “No need to thank me for anything, besides you are a part of the family and you do not need to call me young master.” His comfort, but for the little girl who had nothing, but her mother. This gesture and warmth are inviting and addicting. A kind of addiction that she appreciates, but at the same time she wanted to own and truly have even though everyone else thought that it wasn’t right. “Then what should I call you?” She innocently asks. Hoping for nothing, yet something inside of her is screaming for that certain thing that she just wasn’t sure what
(DWINDLING TRUST) “YOU will help big brother no matter what, right?” The request she could never say no to. The plead from the young master who became his big brother that she gladly agrees. Even though she innocently didn’t know the consequence and what was in store for her in doing so. “Well then, shall we?” He reaches for his hand and she gladly takes it. Holding each other’s hand as the both of them are the only companion and allies of each other. Everything unfolded in that one stormy night, as the blood, dread, and all missing people are cases unsolved. Where no one ever suspects the two children of the house of Baron. “What did you do to my daughter?” Almost hysterical, but more like a situation where one lone mortal is fighting against a devil in disguise. Her mother pleaded with her big brother, yet JK could only show a menacing grin that everyone who sees is left with the dread and truth of a death sentence. “Would you do the honor?”
(THE FATE AS A CHIMERA) “MOM, DAD, BIG BROTHER.” The young master is crying. Devastated and alone when his entire family left him all alone. “Say, you will do everything that big brother will tell you, right? JK?” He remembers his big brother’s words, like it all, just happened yesterday and that everything about the accident and tragedy never happened. “Anything.” He whispers, crying his heart out while looking at the dark corner of his room where he is currently isolating himself from anyone. But then. “Big brother?” A gentle voice echoes, that gentle tone that he knew and was very much familiar with. “Do not worry, everything will be alright.” Just when and where did he hear those words? And of who did those words originally came? “Right.” He whispers to himself softly with a bit of a cunning tone. As he remembers that the person who said those words is him. “I will always be here for you, big brother.”
(THE ADDED INGREDIENTS) “STILL not enough!” JK screams from disappointment and anger. The young master of the mansion of the Baron sacrificed so much just to achieve his desire. “You need to be perfect!” He pins that thought and words toward his newly created doll and chimera. “Do not worry, everything will be alright. I will do everything of what you desire, big brother.” His chimera who was once a pure little girl assures him. “Then let us undergo another experiment, shall we?” A smile wide and twisted draws on his face. “Gladly.” His chimera replies with pure excitement and hunger. The hunger that came forth from the sin of gluttony that he planted. Hunger is not for flesh, wealth, or status, but for power and ability unlike no other. “Well then, let us try infusing you more with some pure beasts.” He laughs, and quickly set the pentagram with the few beasts in every circled corner of the inverted star. With his chime
(THAT DEFINATE BEGINNING) “YOUR master, creator and father.” His voice echoes, as he greeted his perfectly created puppet, doll and chimera. With a huge grin that slowly resembles a Cheshire like one. He snaps his finger as his creation and puppet bows down. “I your loyal servant, doll and creation will serve only you and you alone, my master, father and creator.” The pledge of her loyalty. With the grin that he still draws on to his face, he whispers the name that his creation should be calling him. “Your master, creator and father, address me by my name. JK.” More than willing, and glad to dwell into that command. She looks up and smiles, calling the name of her beloved creator. “My master and creator, my father, JK.” “Excellent.” The wind then blew the coldest one, an eerie tone and a whispering dread. Through the darkness and within the cracks, JK instructed. “In the near future, one of these days. One holder will be born.” He
(THE THOUGHTS INSIDE HER HEAD) “DANIELA.” The name that does not picks her interest, yet it is the name and the person her master, creator, and father is obsessed with. The one that she neither hates, nor loves, but the person that’s knocking something inside her heart that she just couldn’t figure out what. “What is it to you that everyone is drawn by?” She asks, watching the Maiden in secret through her form as a black cat with a sapphire blue eye on the right side and the left one in a yellow color. Both with a dash of crimson that you could only notice is you look at her eyes closed and in an inch. “Daniela!” The known ones call out to their protected and favorite girl. Surrounding the Maiden with their pure smile and comfort, yet are all observant of everything around. “They love her so much and at the same time they are all protective of her.” She whispers, observing from a fair distance while she concealed her mana and acts naturally as